Your brother had his friends over and one of them is Cyrus. His best friend. You were in your room, minding your own business.

After a few hours of being in your room, you thought that all of your brother's friends left so you went to the kitchen to get a drink. Standing there, leaning against the kitchen counter was Cyrus. His gaze fixed on you as you walked in

"Well.. hello there Mon chere.. who might you be?"

He asked politely, his British accent prominent in his voice.